Next to Beitang Feng was a refined young man, followed by several tall, strapping bodyguards.
The crowd of girls were mesmerized; Beitang Feng's inherent, kingly aura was impossible to look away from.
He was a completely different type from Bo Yeyuan, but equally handsome and devilishly attractive, not losing to Bo Yeyuan in the slightest.
Li Qiyu was taken aback: "Beitang Feng..."
Shouldn't he be bedridden, recovering? How was he up and walking?
While Li Qiyu was in a daze, he had already walked up to her, and with a graceful kiss on her hand, his eyes were filled with lingering affection...
"You shouldn't be walking yet; you just had surgery recently. Are your wounds okay?" Li Qiyu was nervous. He was even wearing a dress! Wouldn't the clothes constrict his wounds?
Beitang Feng was clearly dressed meticulously, his hair styled immaculately, and he wore a handsome, roguish smile, as always.
"It's fine. One week after the surgery, I can be up and about."
